1.2 - In Search of Sanity - The Dead Don't Dream

Iosef tucks himself into one corner of the records room, propping himself up against the wall and a filing cabinet. Exhausted from hours of going over records, he drifts off to sleep.

As you each take to yourselves and drift off to sleep, Razhel is the first to notice: while you all remain asleep, nobody seems to get comfortable. Everyone shifts and turns frequently in their sleep and once in a while you mumble or gasp suddenly. When she goes to awake Grim for second watch, he startles awake, frantically looking around to quickly confirm where he's at.

Grim, then later, Elias (who awakes for third shift with beads of sweat beading on his brow), experience the same thing as they take their turns on watch: fitful, disruptive, rest. The only one who seems to calm down and get any real semblance of quality sleep is Axon, but only in the later stages of the night.

All in all you awake the next morning all feeling like you could use a few more hours of shut-eye. Elias appears particularly haggard and unrested.

'Let us get moving, shall we?" Grim says, standing and brushing off the dust. "I think we should continue our course of going west and see if, as I suspect, this hallway crosses another we ventured to yesterday."

After you get yourselves together you take yourselves, and your newfound knowledge of your identities to the west, down the hallway, and open the door at the end.

Yellow fog soundlessly roils against the cathedral-like windows of this opulent, two-story office. The ground floor features overstuffed furnishings, elegant side tables, and an altarlike desk of dark marble. A delicate spiral staircase and balcony of dark iron rises to a lofty library overhead. This room seems to combine the features of a psychologist's office and a king's lounge.

Both floors’ fixtures frame the lake of blood spread across the room’s center, as it pools around a kneeling man on the floor. His back is straight, head turned upward and his mouth is agape. From his soundlessly screaming mouth an unsteady torrent of ochre mist spurts like a fountain of gritty, yellow sludge.Initiatives:
Fog Spewer: 11
Axon:
Iosef:
Grim:
Elias:
Razhel:

Razhel keeps one eye of the weirdo on the blood soaked rug and cautiously skirts around the edge of the room heading west.

@Squadfather44 Elias beat the enemy's initiative, what are his actions for this round?

Elias carefully approaches the figure and walks around, trying to figure out what's going on. What have you gotten yourself into...

"ማጅ ጋሻ" Axon chants, covering himself with a veneer of magical armor.

The person - thing? - takes note of your presence, stands, and lowers its head, glowing eyes staring emotionless towards those standing to the east while turning its back to Razhel. The yellow fog surrounding it billows up and grows suddenly so thick that none of you can see the person within it. You cannot tell what it is doing within the mist, but you don't sense it coming closer to any of you.Initiatives:
Axon: 17
Razhel: 14
Fog Spewer: 11
Elias: 12
Grim: 8
Iosef: 3

Grim moves quickly to the edge of the rug, crouches down and yanks it as hard as he can, trying to surprise the fog-hidden enemy and make them fall on their ass.